The Australian temper is at bottom grim. It is as though the sun has dried up his nature.
Cricket more than any other game is inclined towards sentimentalism and cant.
Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.
The elements are cricket's presiding geniuses.
A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.
A true batsman should in most of his strokes tell the truth about himself.